The Strip Called Memory 
by Rizwan Akhtar

 

Somewhere between a mellow wish
and an aborted memory rested a place
where small words did not matter
silence used its jagged teeth to crush
the residue of babbling evenings, in
fainting nights caught fireflies and named
them accordingly as if we were parenting
them homing them in our bowled hands
and when the wind came like a shock
scattered and held each other hands
long sentences fostering orphaned phrases
the glowing worms lost sight of eyes when
a beggar croaked from behind a bush
scaring colonies of charm, wind- packed
trees ejected many leaves and the earth
wore a sheet of crinkled noise, we walked
carefully hoping that there is no great loss,
small bodies like expressions fell on the ground.

©2018 Rizwan Akhtar

 

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Rizwan Akhtar’s debut collection of Poems Lahore, I Am Coming (2017)
is published by Punjab University Press.  He works as an Assistant 
Professor in the Department of English, Punjab University, Lahore, 
Pakistan. He completed his PhD in postcolonial literature from the 
University of Essex, UK in 2013. He has published poems in 
well-established poetry magazines of the UK, US, India, Canada, and New 
Zealand. He was a part of the workshop on poetry with Derek Walcott at 
the University of Essex in 2010.
 

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